Thought it was Khayr✅

Chapter 30: A dog

A/n: I swear Wattpad is trying me🥺 I mean, how can I get over 8votes in the previous chapter and have less than 8reads? It doesn't make senseeee abeg

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Khayr's POV

I twirled around the standing mirror in my room, sorely admiring my outfit. My dress is perfect! I purchased this obviously expensive lace and had it tailored into this boubou with ruffly ends. It is decorated with rhinestones to perfection. With this my turban which I spent less than fifteen minutes making, I was offering big-aunty vibes. I'm givinggg!

"Good" I contentedly said, dragging the stool in front of the dressing mirror back and sitting. I stared at the cosmetics and makeup tools and products.

Makeup or not? I contemplated deeply, but decided that it's nothing but a hassle.

I can actually get a proffessional makeover if Sabira hired a makeup artist for the occasion, but I highly doubt that she would. Sabira has never been the makeup type. I can remember clearly the way she fussed for two hours straight when Mom forced her to get her bridal makeup.

I curled my frail fingers around the drawer handle containing all of my jewelleries and pulled it open. I checked all of the gold necklaces and found one which looked perfect for my outfit.

"Hmph!" I said. I've never wore it actually. It's one of the gold jewelleries which Sul had included in my lefe. I was desperately tempted to wear it, but I know it's only going to distract me big time if I do. I know myself, and I know, anytime I feel the necklace jiggle around my neck I will unintentionally be reminded of that jerk.

So I refrained.

I picked out a pearl one, but shook my head negatively. It's pretty okay, shiny, white, cute. However, I can't wear pearl to my sister's ceremony. It's Sabira's freaking naming ceremony! As her immediate blood sister, it's my duty to look extravagant from head to toe for the event. So we're absolutely wearing gold today.

I eventually wore a simple one with minimalist design, one which Baba had gotten each of us when we went to Saudi.

I checked my reflection in the mirror in front of me once again. Something is still off.

Yeah right.

These holes.

My sunken eyes. They are horrible.

"God, why aren't these holes filling up! I've improved my diet for crying out loud" I whined, massaging my eyebags.

Oh well, I guess I have no choice but to apply makeup. So I did. I spent thirty minutes applying my makeup.

Isn't it a good thing that I know how to? Look at how it came in handy. That concealer damn right did it's magic. It concealed everything. If not for these lifesaving cosmetics, i don't know how to explain myself regarding how awfully skinny I looked.

Look, I really improved my diet. I ate every morning after Sul left for work and in the evening, before Maghrib prayer. I eat really well. Perhaps it's the depression of having to live in this house that's making me loose so much weight.

I folded my viel, draping it adorably over my shoulder, then carried my Louis Vuitton bag. I fixed the belt of my high heels, delivered the last touches with my perfume and...the equation is complete!

The naming ceremony was postponed like I predicted. It was actually supposed to be yesterday after two weeks, on Friday-the day he was born. However, to make it more convenient for the guests who were workers, it was again shifted to today, Saturday.